EVERYTHING IS AHISTORICAL
your crossed wood
way, a cord,
the set of stones
called venerable, a
land found and found-
ed on the backs of ghosts,
all the spilt type left
to stain once virgin
sheets.
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Saturday, February 14, 2015
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